When You said 'Rock Me', Is This What You Meant? | l.t (Book l) [unedited]

Chapter Twenty

A/N: I'm not liking this chapter :(

Louis' POV:

"Get up, lazy!" Harry jumped on me, causing me to jolt awake.

"Why?" I groaned, rolling on my other side on the small couch.

"Because, Simon needs us, we've got an interview, and you're lazy." He chuckled, putting his big foot on my back. 

"Get off of me, Harry!" I groaned, flipping him off of me. I got off the couch, frowning.

"You're a grump." Harry groaned.

"You're a grump, I've had three hours of sleep." I reminded him.

"I've had the same, Louis. Don't act like you're more pitiful than the rest of us." Harry frowned. I took in the purple bags under his eyes.

"Sorry, lad." I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, but don't forget it." Harry smirked.

We piled in the small car that belonged to Paul, and the other body guards followed suit.

"Sometimes I wonder how I got in this wonderful place." I smiled, looking around the car with the four of my best friends.

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"Okay, listen. The only comment you're gonna get out of me and my people about my split up, is no comment. Same thing about Zoe." I abruptly interrupted the interviewer speaking of Eleanor. I noticed Paul's glare on me as I walked away from the flashing lights and microphones.

"That's not what we practiced." He growled beside me.

"I know, I know Paul. It's not even close, and I was planning on doing what you suggested but they were making me so angry." I said calmly as we walked outside together. He sighed, and ran a hand over his black hair. I cleared my throat, and rolled my eyes at the group of people collecting around us. I was in a bad mood now.

"Where do we have to go now?" I asked, stepping into the busy street.

"Midnight Memories signing. The other boys are there already since they didn't need to explain themselves to the paps." Paul said. I sighed, and followed his lead.

We got to the building, and a few more bodyguards joined Paul to protect me from the girls.

"Hi." I grinned at a group. They squealed, and I safely made it inside and to the table with the boys.

Sitting at the table, I realized it's been three days since my date with Zoe, and I've only been giving her and my daughter phone calls. Way to go, Louis.

I sighed as I signed my name yet again on a poster.

"Here's a cookie for you." A short girl said, placing a vending machine snack in front of me.

"Thank you, love." I smiled at the young girl.

By the end of the signing, my hand was cramping and I fought the urge to curl it into a claw. I shoveled the snacks and random items my fans gave me into a bag, and slung it over my shoulder, copying the boys.

"Hey, Lou. Court tells me you haven't seen Zoe since Friday. It's Monday." Harry walked beside me. His curls were slightly damp on his forehead and he pushed them up and back.

"Yeah, it's been hectic. I've called her everyday and Honesty twice." I explained myself. I knew it wasn't an excuse for my deadbeat behavior, and two hundred pounds doesn't make up for four years and a pregnancy.

"Don't be that man, Louis." Harry said as he departed from me. I frowned, and pulled out my cell phone.

I pressed Zoe's name, and she answered on the last ring.